Been gone more days this year than I have been homeTrading friends for trips to the coastThis hotel room feels more ohh oh like a tomb

Been gone more days this year than I have been homeTrading friends for trips to the coastThis hotel room feels more ohh oh like a tomb

It's not gossip if it's the truthI'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

Hand over my heart, gun to my headI swear to God I'm through with thisI am the worst liar I know

It's not gossip if it's the truthI'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to

So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?

Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?

(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)